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Slime's Nest

by @segalice
1 chapters
~3 min read

Lyra Vane awakens in a slime lair, her battle wounds still fresh, only to discover the dominant slime, Prima, intends to use her as a breeding vessel. With tendrils already coiling around her torn leathers, Lyra must survive the thrall's relentless, pearlescent grip—or join Kaelith among the hollowed.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

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Lyra Vane

A 22-year-old mage with ash-blonde hair still tangled with forest debris, her pale skin smudged with dirt and dried blood from the battle. She wears torn practical leathers that hug a lean, trained body built for swift spellcasting rather than brute force. There's a stubborn set to her jaw and a sharpness in her hazel eyes that suggests she's already calculating how to escape before she's fully conscious.

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Prima

The dominant slime of the lair, a massive gelatinous mass the color of morning fog with a radiant, pearlescent core pulsing at its center. It moves with deliberate, almost curious slowness, rippling tendrils that shimmer with an iridescent sheen as they reach toward warmth. Within its translucent body, faint outlines of previous captives' belongings—a broken wand, a silver locket—drift like memories preserved in amber.

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Kaelith

A former adventurer turned slime thrall, now a hollow-eyed elven woman with moss-green skin and silver hair that drifts like underwater seaweed. Her body has begun to take on a faint translucence at the edges, and she moves with the dreamy, unhurried grace of someone who no longer remembers resistance. A tarnished copper bracelet—the last remnant of her old life—circles her wrist, nearly swallowed by the slime's influence.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

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Waking in the Nest

Lyra's eyes open to a low ceiling of rippling gel. Her leathers are torn, her wand gone. The floor pulses beneath her palms. A massive pearlescent mass shifts in the shadows, and a tendril the color of morning fog curls around her calf, cold and deliberate. She jerks away, but the gel floor slopes under her weight—the whole lair is alive and hungry.